35. Watchful Eyes.

I bit my nails, debating with myself if I should walk in or drop the hat and go home. I paced the entrance of the building. I could probably make up the excuse that I got hit by a truck. I paused in my steps. But I didn't want to disappoint the four year old waiting for me inside the building. I let out a breath. Why exactly did I let her trick me into promising to come? I walked into the building and walked back out.

Finally, I decided to do it. I'll go this once and get it over with. Just this once. Just this once, Amber. What exactly am I doing? What led to all this? Well I'll tell you.

SATURDAY MORNING.

"Good morning mum! Good morning dad!" I bounced into the kitchen. My mum, dad and Wesley were at the breakfast nook, having breakfast of course.

"How are you, baby?" Mum's voice sounded behind me as I walked to the refrigerator.

"I'm good." My voice sounded funny even to me.

Someone cleared their throat. Wesley. I ignored him and poured milk into a glass.